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It’s Christmas…here’s a short storyhttps://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/12/25/its-christmas-heres-a-short-story/
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By Brick Orrock

Present-Day:

Pine stood at the edge. She knew one more step toward the south would take her from her home into the unknown. She didn’t know what stopped her from moving forward, but a force kept her grounded, her feet in the snow, and now that she was before the magical barrier she felt queasy and suddenly not at all like continuing away from her home. So many times she had stood in that very spot too afraid to steal another step. Even today her fear kept her feet in place, though, she thought that perhaps leaving wasn’t as scary as it was years ago.

She looked behind her at the untrodden snow. The path from her village should have been worn through the snow to dirt with how often she’d walked it, but like everything in her magical home, it went back to normal when left alone.

Tonight she had Jub with her. A friend. He was simple and for the most part not great for conversation, but he smiled often and always put up with what Pine wanted to do.

Her skin hurt from the cold beyond and goose pimples grew on her arms. The cold outside the barrier seemed harsh, not at all like the comfort of her home. With a hopeful smile on her face she pulled her arms back to her body and hugged herself.

“Would you follow me if I left?” She asked and looked at Jub.

He was just as tall as Pine, which is to say not tall at all. They both came only halfway up the legs of the caribou that they kept in the stables. Their ears both came to points at the tops and their faces were angular, skin pale. The only difference, besides Jub being a boy and Pine being a girl, were their eyes. Jub had the typical pinwheel of color for his eyes, an even pie slice of distribution for the color of the iris around the pupil; blue, green, and brown. At first glance, Pine had sparkling green eyes, but she had slices of color too, just not the even distribution.

“Why would you leave?” Jub said staring back at her.

“I don’t know. For something different?”

Jub looked confused. “It’s impossible to leave.”

She shrugged and looked out to the black sky sprinkled with stars, blanketed with translucent steaks of green and pink hazes of light.

She wanted to step out into the real cold and live a different life, but she didn’t. In fact, she took a step back, and Jub took this as a sign that she was done. He put his head down and began heading the way they had come. Pine followed behind, keeping single file so to avoid the wind, hugging herself and rubbing at her arms thinking about the feeling from beyond the magic.

It was a long walk back to the village through the darkness. The wind blew cold and stung only for a moment against her exposed face and hands, but her body warmed with the magic of the land and the winter was of no hindrance.

Overhead, in the distance, a red light hung, approaching slow, but then whizzed over the top of them and disappeared into the night.

“He’s flying lower than usual,” Pine yelled at Jub’s back.

He stopped to look at her.

“Don’t quit walking,” she said.

He nodded and turned and continued.

“I’m just saying that he’s flying lower. It looked more aggressive, didn’t it?”

Jub stopped and turned toward her.

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

“Well how am I supposed to answer you?” His voice was raised over the wind.

“You just yell over your shoulder.”

He looked at her for a moment then turned to walk and looked to the side. “It didn’t seem aggressive to me.”

“But this is how it always happens. You see it in the caribou first.”

“I guess,” he yelled over his shoulder.

Pine had been through this more than Jub. She was nearly a century his elder, but perhaps it also had to do with the fact that Pine paid more attention to everything and she always saw it coming before anyone else. Pine’s family had always been a paranoid bunch, which is why they were a part of quality assurance at the factory. They had to make sure every toy or electronic worked properly and they just seemed to have a knack for looking where the problems would be.

The sound of crunching snow approached from Pine’s left, too far to see what was making the sound but close enough to discern that it was not the footsteps of someone from the village. Those from the village stepped quick and light and most often couldn’t be heard from a distance, unless one were running. No, the crunching in the snow was from hooves, and there was only one animal in the boundaries of the magic that would make that sound.

Past:

Pine gently picked up the doll from the slow moving conveyor. It more slid into her hands than was plucked from the coarse belt. All around her was the sound of singing, high and melodic, different groups in different areas of the warehouse all singing different songs, but in some odd and beautiful way, all seemed to go together.

She was on the fourth floor of the circular building. All of the levels wrapping around a humungous conifer tree which stretched all seven levels.

The doll which Pine held was a simple thing. It was made of a soft fabric with knotted wool hair tied to resemble braids.

Pine turned it over. Pulled on the arms. Pulled on the hair. No holes. Everything held. The color looked good, stitches perfect. She tossed the doll lightly into a small red bucket hanging just to the left behind her. As soon as the doll landed in the bucket, a golden string, taught and strong, pulled the bucket up.

Pine pulled the next doll from the line and distractedly, she looked around the room at the singing workers. All of them wore the same green button up shirts, green tights, green shoes, and green hats. None of them worked quickly. The environment was relaxed, all of the toy makers working carefully. All of the conveyor belts moved at a slow but consistent speed. Despite the tranquil work atmosphere, toys were always completed and deadlines met.

As she looked over the doll the ambiance of singing within the warehouse seemed to quiet. It was something she didn’t notice at first. She continued her work, turning over the doll examining as she always did, but as she began to come out of her concentration she noticed the only sound she could hear was the sound of the machines. She pulled on the arms of the doll.

It wasn’t until a foreign sound entered the warehouse that Pine was shaken from her work.

The sounds were screams.

Pine stood from her stool knocking it to the floor and hurried to the railing. She saw all the others pressed against the banister. Down below were three caribou, at least that’s what Pine thought they were. Their fur, instead of brown, was a deep black with a strip of ashen gray on their shoulders. Their antlers seemed to be sharpened to points and short fangs hung out of the side of their snouts. But the one thing that made Pine start, the thing that haunted her, were their eyes. No longer brown and the color of earth. They were glowing red and piercing.

The caribou moved further in and behind them walked a massive man wearing a red suit, tattered and grimy. The look on his face was mad and frantic. His long white beard was unkempt and his smile not jolly. He belted out a horrible chortle and the caribou began to run around the base of the giant tree. Slowly they gained altitude and began to spear onto different floors. The workers shrieked, Pine gripped the rail, and the man in the red suit laughed.

Present-Day:

The crunching of the snow grew louder and soon Pine could see dark figures bouncing in the distance.

A moment later the caribou were to them, circling and snorting out puffs of white air from their nostrils. Their brown fur shifted with the wind. Their antlers rounded and covered with fuzzy hair.

Jub stuck his hand out and began to pet one on the nose and the other stopped in front of Pine. It nudged at her shoulder and with reserve, she slowly reached up and touched the caribou’s soft nose. The name tag on its collar read Dunder and Pine recognized him as one of the anchors for the sleigh.

As she pet him she looked into its eyes and saw that the normal placid, innocent brown eyes were more of an amber. Just a little bit of red had begun to slip into the pigment of the iris.

“I love when they’re friendly,” Jub said.

Pine pulled her hand away and backed toward Jub.

“We need to get to the village,” she said.

Pine entered the village of small huts. They were brown like the color of graham cracker with roofs holding the perfect amount of white snow. Out front of every home was a small bin used for mail. Each bin held suspended from a tall arching pole of spiraling white and red colors.

She turned off and away from Jub and headed to the biggest home in the whole of the village, the northern most hut. It was bigger than most not in a gaudy way, but it was bigger in the way that adult homes are bigger than a kid’s playhouse. It was nearly identical in every way to the other huts except for that it was triple the height and girth. The door three times as wide and tall. The mailbox towering to Pine.

Pine walked quickly to the door, the bell on the toes of her shoes jangling as she did. She knocked to rhythm of Jingle Bells and waited patiently outside. She heard singing coming from many of the surrounding huts. Other than that the village was quiet. The wind never bothered the village.

There were footsteps inside accompanied by an abundance of grunting and mumbling. The door swung open and Pine saw a man nearly three times her size. His long beard touched his chest as he smiled at her, peaking over his small round glasses. His cheeks were as red as cherries.

“Ms. Pine,” he said in a pleasant baritone.

He stepped aside and gestured for her to enter his home.

She smiled back in kind. “Thank you, Nick,” she said and scuttled her way in.

The furniture inside mimicked the size of the outside, all of it bigger than what Pine was used to. Still, she hurried through the living room and hoisted herself onto a large gray couch. It was old and warn and comfortable. On the arm rest she noticed a little dust had begun to form.

The large man lumbered his way to a chair in the corner of the room and he sat with a loud exhale of breath. For a moment his breathing was labored and he stared at the ground, rubbing his hands together.

“The caribou’s eyes will soon be red,” Pine said, turning her attention to the wall. There were no pictures up. There used to be, years ago, but now Pine could understand why no one would want to have memories on the walls.

The large man gave a laugh. It began loud but quickly dwindled off.

“I’m sure it was just a trick of the light,” he said.

Pine snapped her head at him and saw that he was concentrating on his hands, rubbing them together. She slowly moved from the couch and across the room to his chair. Reaching out, she took his hands in hers.

His nails had gone black, rigid and long like claws. She ran a finger over one of them and felt the tip where the nail was sharp. She patted his hand and laid it back on his lap keeping her hand atop his.

Looking up at Nick she saw that his eyes were pink and tears had streaked down his face.

“When did your nails change?” She asked.

He went to speak but his voice cracked and he quit trying to talk. His shoulders shook and he cried silently for a moment and Pine let him, all the while never letting go of his hand.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I knew this was going to happen soon. What’s it been? Two years? The one before you only lasted two.” Though, Pine knew the elders on the council expected this Kringle to last longer.

“But, I’m trying to be good. To be happy.”

“I know.” She looked at his hands, but the limp, scared fingers of the large man suddenly gripped hers.

A low growl came from Nick and when she looked up at him his faced seemed to change. The cheery cherries gone from his cheeks. He had evil in his eye.

“How do you know what it’s been like?” He spat.

He grabbed her by the wrist.

“What could you know about it? I didn’t choose this. I don’t deserve to be treated this way. By any of you.”

He stood up bringing Pine with him. Her feet left the ground and he held her as though she were an unwanted doll.

“I don’t intend on letting any of you take this away from me.”

Pine brought her free hand in a fist to her mouth. She whispered one of her magical words and blew into her hand and shook her fist as though she were going to throw some lucky dice. It began to glow. She flung her hand open into Nick’s face and sparkles smacked in him on the forehead. He let go stumbling back and fell hard against the wall, catching him off-guard more than hurting him.

He cried again, his head in his hands. “I’m scared Pine,” he said over and over again.

Pine stayed away and watched Nick blubber for a moment. She felt sorry for him. She really did. But, there was nothing she could do. The magic was inevitable. Soon change would come.

She turned to exit the hut, but behind her she heard Nick say in a hauntingly hollow voice, “Pine?”

Pine continued to open the door and when she opened it she looked back.

“Don’t tell Jub,” he said.

Pine didn’t respond. She slinked through the door and closed it gently behind her.

Past:

Pine sat at the edge of a circular room. In the center was a large table and around that table were several filled chairs with very angry town’s people. And surrounding them was a sea of scared villagers all cramped into the small room. Their shouts were frantic and worried.

Amidst the shouting one stood onto the table. He had the same angular and young features as all the others of the village, but Pine recognized him as one of the eldest. His name was Num. He didn’t have to speak. He only paced back and forth and subtly the shouting ceased and soon the only sound was the jangling of the small bells on the tips of Num’s green shoes.

He stopped in the center of the table.

“Three times,” he said in a low voice and Pine noticed all of the others lean forward in their seats. Even those standing on the wall leaned in.

“Three times in the past 10 years. Three times he’s changed. Has lost his mind. Has killed our own. What once took old age has now changed into something terrible.”

Shouting began again. Some pushed forward and Pine was forced back against the wall.

“What’s happened to the magic?” One was shouting over and over.

Num heard it and silenced the frenzy with raised hands.

“Our friend here is right.” He pointed at the shouter. “The magic has changed. It’s not just the Kringle. It’s our land. Our home. I know you feel it.”

There was nodding around the crowd. Num nodded with them, but perhaps he stayed silent for too long.

“How did it change?” One yelled.

“Something changed it,” another yelled.

“Maybe someone left.”

“Leaving’s impossible.”

Num raised his hands again, but the room had already been worked into a full panic. Pine stayed close to the wall while the others pushed forward, moving toward Num. She didn’t know what that would help, but the last few years had shown her just how others will act when chaos truly takes over.

Num held a fist to his mouth and shook his hand. It glowed green. With a little flourish he slapped his hands together and the sound was near deafening. Pine put her hands to her ears, as did most of the others and with that percussion the room as silent.

“It doesn’t matter,” Num said loudly, and with that he had the room’s attention. “The only thing that matters is what we do now. Like our grand-relatives we must adapt. The magic of the North gave them the first Kringle, and they created tradition.

What is it that we must do?”

Silence filled the room.

“We will have to kill him before he kills us. Before he changes.”

Present-Day:

Pine hurried through the snow and rubbed at her arms. The change was coming. Sooner than anyone expected. Faster than any of the others. She had to tell one of the council members. They would start the…well, they would arrange what needed to be done. That wasn’t what was on her mind at the moment. She was thinking about Jub and what she would say to him.

Pine came to a small pub. It was shaped like all of the other huts except instead of a mailbox hanging from the red and white spiraled post there was a sign which read “Minty Froth,” and a small drawing next to it depicting an over-flowing mug.

Upon entering the soft golden glow of the quaint tavern she found Num playing cards with others of the council members. Num had grown somewhat self-important over the years. He’d stopped performing his duties at the factory completely.

She walked up to their table and stood for a moment while they finished their hand. Num stared at his cards and with a huff he collapsed them to the table.

“Yes, Ms. Pine?” He said without looking up at her. He smiled to one of the other council members and they giggled at Pine’s perceived unimportance.

“Caribous’ eyes are going red.”

Num turned toward Pine.

“And Nick’s nails have gone black.”

Num stood and motioned for the others to follow. He pulled back the sleeve of his shirt, displaying a large faced watch with several arms and colors flashing.

“That’s not anywhere near where we estimated,” Num said, but not in a way that he was concerned. He seemed excited. In fact, as he said it, a smile crept to the edge of his mouth.

“Interesting, no?” he asked the other council members. To which they replied with excited nods.

“Who’s the current Kringle?” He asked his council members.

They looked at one another, unsure of who exactly it was that took over the roll as Nick.

“It’s Joon,” Pine said quietly.

“Joon?” Num said the name as if he’d never heard of the person before. As though he hadn’t hand-picked her to become the leader. “Oh, yes. She has a brother, right?”

Pine nodded. “Jub.”

Num smiled. “Well there you have it fellas. It’s that easy. Our next Kringle will be Jub.” He turned to Pine. “Well done, Pine.”

Pine hurried out in the snow and found Jub at his hut. After pounding on the door he answered it with a smile and before he could say anything Pine hugged him. He hugged her back and for a moment everything was okay.

“They chose you, Jub.”

“What?”

And with that question Pine moved away from him, suddenly realizing that she hadn’t told him about his sister and how she was changing.

“What did they choose me for?”

“To be the next Kringle.”

“Then that means that Joon,” Jub fell silent.

For a moment Pine thought that her friend might cry, but he didn’t. He stared into the night and took in a deep breath.

“You don’t have to do this, Jub. I won’t let you. We should leave. We should run and get away from all of this.”

He smiled at Pine with sad eyes. “It’s impossible to leave, Pine.”

She felt her throat tighten and she couldn’t say anything else.

“It’s okay,” Jub said. “This is how it’s supposed to be. I should be the one to do it.”

Past:

Afterwards everything seemed quiet. There was no fight this time. Nothing like a war. Only a couple of people in a room, standing around a dead body. Pine watched from outside the window. She wanted to see it for herself this time. It was strange. One moment Nick was pacing the room, talking to the others and when his back was turned Joon was up with a knife and was to him before he could ever turn around again.

There were others in the room. A couple of council members along with Joon, but there was also another boy there. He was younger than most in the village and upon seeing his sister change he ran out of the house.

Pine followed him and when the boy stopped she slowly sat next to him and looked in the direction he was looking. The boy cried and Pine let him. After a while he finally stopped and held a sheepish look on his face as though he were embarrassed of what he’d been doing.

“I didn’t know it would hit me like that,” he said. “I knew what was going to happen, but it’s different seeing it.”

Pine nodded and let him talk, and after a while the sadness seemed to leave him and there was a genuine smile on his face.

“I’m Jub,” he said.

“Pine,” she said extending her hand.

Present-Day:

This year was different. Num arranged a spectacle for the change. A platform was rigged in the middle of town and for hours the villagers were crowding in trying to find a good place to stand.

A soft murmur filled the crowd and Pine looked desperately for her friend. She couldn’t find him. The murmuring grew louder and soon Pine could see Nick being led by Num to the platform. Nick walked up the stairs willingly and stood in the center, and through the bobbing heads and moving bodies Pine could make out Jub, standing just to the side of the platform.

He walked slowly onto the platform and once atop the stage Pine could see him holding a golden knife. Nick turned toward him and Jub stopped five steps away. Jub began to talk to him but he was too far away for Pine to hear. Nick’s shoulders were slumped and he looked toward the ground, but slowly, his back straightened and suddenly he let out an echoing chortle.

It was a moment later that there was a scream and Pine saw the caribou coming, flying through the sky with their fur dark, fangs sharp, and eyes red. The elves reacted quickly. All of them whispering into their fists and they all charged the platform with their glowing red and green fists in the air. Some formed translucent weapons out of their magic and others held the charge for a tremendous blow.

As the caribou dove and attacked the elves fought them off.

Pine hurried to the platform pushing and shoving her way through the chaos. Above everything was the horrendous laughter of Nick.

Some screamed and some fought and Pine ignored the caribou, trying to keep them out of her mind and only worrying about getting to Jub. She pushed through another line of frantic elves and fell to her knees, only able to see the bottom of the platform.

Pine stood quickly and hurried to the edge and there she saw Nick kick Jub and he went tumbling off the back of the platform. Nick followed with a couple of labored steps. Pine hurried around the platform.

“Jub! Jub, I’m coming!”

She rounded the platform and saw Nick on his back. Jub was standing over him with red on the golden knife. Tears streaked his face. Pine stopped just next to him.

“Oh, Jub,” she said holding back tears of her own.

He backed away and Pine’s eyes lingered on Nick. Little holes, the size of silver dollars, formed around Nick and out popped what Pine could only describe as gremlins. They were only six inches tall and shared much of her same features, but instead of pale pink skin, the creatures were a brown, the color of dirt. Their noses were hooked and on their backs were frail looking wings, which Pine found very suspicious since they had just crawled from the ground and not descended from the sky.

At first there were only tens of them but that quickly turned to hundreds and without a sound they began to work together, crawling under Nick and carried him away.

Pine turned to Jub to see if he was seeing the same thing, but she was startled to notice that Jub was no longer standing next to her. Instead there was a very large man, at least three times her height. He had a long white beard, crystal blue eyes, and cheeks the color of cherries. His red suit was thick and looked warm and his black boots looked freshly polished.

“Merry Christmas,” he said in a deep yet jolly baritone.

“It’s not Christmas for three months,” Pine found herself saying.

The man winked at her. “Oh, I know. I was just trying it out. It’s fun saying. Don’t you think?”

Pine didn’t answer.

“You can call me Kris, I think. Is that a good one to go by?”

Pine nodded as she looked at her friend that was no longer there, and she tried not to cry. She turned and began to run. She ran as fast as she could down the path she had taken so many times toward the barrier. She would leave this time she thought. She couldn’t stand living in the North any longer. The closer she got to the barrier the queasier she became.

Before she reached it her adrenaline had waned and she dropped to her knees, unable to move forward.

Past:

Pine hurried behind her parents. They huddled together against the wind, but Pine was left to herself, keeping her arms tight against herself.

Her parents walked with urgency, always checking behind looking over their shoulders. Pine didn’t do the same. She kept her eyes on them.

It was the middle of night, summer in most places. Not the time where one was up at all hours of the night trying to meet a deadline.

They reached the barrier of the magic. It had always made Pine feel a little queasy. That’s how she knew that it was there.

Her parents pulled away from each other, but kept a hold on each others’ hand. They turned to Pine.

“We’re leaving,” her father said, holding a smile on his face that made her question his sanity.

Pine immediately looked to her mother. She too was smiling, but it was a knowing smile. A confident one. Pine was going to say something, tried to say something, but it all seemed weak. She only shook her head.

Her mother puckered her lips in the way that she always did when she obviously felt sorry for Pine. It was the same way someone might look at their pet. They are cute, but stupid, and no matter how hard they try they will never understand. That’s how Pine felt. Like she would never understand.

“Why should we stay here?” Pine’s mother said as she placed a loving hand on Pine’s shoulder. “Every day is the same work. Every year the same goal. This place will never change. We want more. We want to see more. Experience more.”

Again, Pine only shook her head.

“We want you to come with us,” her father said.

“How?” Pine finally found her voice. “You can’t even go beyond the barrier.” She wasn’t sure her parents heard her. They looked at one another, turned around, and walked through the barrier. She saw them both shudder as they did.

Her father turned around with the same maniacal smile he was wearing before. “If you’re taught to believe something your whole life, why think differently? You’ll never know what is real unless you experience it yourself.”

He put his hand out, palm up, nearly begging for Pine to grab it, and she almost did. It would have been easy to leave with her parents. She did always want to see the outside world. But, something stopped her. She knew where she belonged in the North. She had a place, and admittedly, that felt good. But, she also had a place with her parents, and though their future would be unknown it had to still be a good one.

For whatever reason, instead of reaching for her father’s hand, Pine took a step back.

Their eyes locked. His lip quivered and eyes squinted. He pulled her mother tight to him and slowly he took his hand away. They turned and disappeared into a winter storm and her feet stayed frozen in the snow.

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I’ve been busy with being tired and self doubt, but I’ve found new motivation. That motivation is the motivation to not suck.

You see, I don’t want to suck; therefore, I shan’t. It’s a new philosophy I’ve decided to live by. Though, my philosophies change so often that even I get tired of listening to myself. But, anyway…the new philosophy is Just Do It. I realize this is highly original and groundbreaking, and, now that I’ve written it, I dare say that the saying is synonymous with victory! Like old school victory. Greek victory. Well, I take pride in being the first person to have thought of this philosophy…wait…

I’m just getting word that Nike trademarked this slogan in 1988. So, when I was a toddler. Damn it, all of the good ideas are already taken. But, this doesn’t take away from my philosophy. I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I aim to ignore the tired, to clarify, me being tired. I aim to make myself have the habits that I desire, not the ones that please me in the moment. I want to eat healthy, workout, write, talk to people, and feel good about my decisions. No instant gratification, because, honestly, the gratification that you have to work for is the sweetest.

I mean, there’s a reason that we always want gratification and want it instantly…it just feels so damn good. So, I will make my healthy food on a schedule, whether I feel like doing it or not. I will work out at the gym and work out hard, whether I feel like it or not. And I will sit down and write, whe…you get it. Because, in the end, I will get results. Good or average, I will be making progress, which is more than I will ever make only doing things when I feel like it.

in this image I’m the scantily clad female warrior running from the golems (or trolls) which symbolize the looming pressure of fulfilling my goals. the warrior symbolizes nothing, that’s how I dress on the weekends.

There really isn’t much I have to say here. I guess I could say I’ve written out a five year plan for my writing. I know it probably doesn’t mean anything but it helps me stay motivated. The plan is to get published within five years. Of course, it’s more in-depth, but I’ll save you the boring details.

Meet the publishing overload. He is a relentless critic and natural curmudgeon, but I imagine him as a Scrooge type that can be persuaded to quit being so stingy and let me into the publishing world. Now I just have to find three ghosts to hire…

Things are good. This update seems more upbeat than usual and I guess that’s a good thing.

me planning to take over the world, because…upbeat.

I guess I’ll go ahead and post a secret here since I doubt anyone will ever read it (there’s that Brick pessimism).

I, one day, hope to have to this blog as my author’s homepage. A place where I discuss my writing, daily musings, promote, and of course, take down best of lists. I think it would be fun.

this is where I keep my secrets…it’s bigger on the inside.

So there it is. The last blog ever… for May 2014.

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This book sucked.

I try to be as vague as I can when describing stories and books, but there are times when I accidentally or maybe not so accidentally ruin what happens in the book. Read on at your own risk. Spoiler gage: extreme.

For a while I was just going to say that…it was terrible, because it was that bad. But then I decided that maybe I should have just a little bit of information. I have no idea how it made it on the list.

I hated the narrative style. It was simplistic and childish and read exactly like a children’s book. I was even convinced for the first page and a half that it was a children’s book like Betsy-Tacy. But, in the dialogue, the characters cursed, a lot. It was pretty jarring. I didn’t like the slang and there were so many things being repeated it was distracting and again, a children’s style of narrative.

I don’t understand this cover.

The plot moved at light speed. Seriously. Scenes lasted half a page to two pages. They go from just meeting to talking about wanting a baby within a page and a half.

My biggest problem was that this is not a YA book. The themes in this book are not young adult. The first couple of pages they are in high school, I think, I’m really not sure. Other than that there is no teen angst or anything like that.

I’m not sure if the wings are literal…

Her best friend is gay and he finds a boyfriend and Weetzie finds a boyfriend and they all move in together, because apparently they are old enough for that now (I’m really unclear on their ages). Weetzie’s boyfriend doesn’t want a baby so Weetzie has a threesome with her gay best friend and his boyfriend to get pregnant. She does and has a baby. Afterward her boyfriend found out about it and left her then had sex with a witch (apparently there are witches in this book), and after he gets back together with Weetzie the witch drops off a baby for them to take care of. How is this a teenager’s book? But Ender’s Game is too mature to be on the list?

a book about a preteen boy just trying to fit in…too mature

I don’t know what is appealing about this book. It was one of those reads where I had to keep telling myself to be patient and just keep reading and that it had to get good eventually. It didn’t.

NPR has disappointed me yet again.

Wife: No.

]]>https://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/05/04/number-89-weetzie-bat/feed/6brickvsthelistThis book sucked.Game of Thrones reference.yupI don't understand this cover.I'm not sure if the wings are literal...a book about an 11 year old boy just trying to fit in...too matureNumber 90: Along for the Ridehttps://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/04/27/number-90-along-for-the-ride/
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so…neither one of us know how to sit on a bike.

Along for the Ride is the second book on NPR’s list that I’ve read by Sarah Dessen. The first was This Lullaby, which was a good book. It’s about a young woman, just out of high school. She’s is book smart and really good in school, but now she finds herself in the between area from high school to college. She has separated parents and a brother that used to be a bit of a loose cannon but has now begun to shape up and work a job thanks to the new woman in his life. It is a heartfelt story about change and acceptance, and it ends with her in college with her new boy toy.

I guess this picture makes since…there is a dance at the end.

Dessen out does herself in Along for the Ride, branching out and clearly reinventing her writing style. The story is about Auden, a book smart young woman that has just graduated college and she has found herself stuck in the between that unfamiliar place of having finished high school and waiting for college to begin. She has been deeply affected by her parents separation and she feels isolated and somewhat of an outcast, and it doesn’t help either that her brother is a charismatic loose cannon type that seems as though he will never settle down, until he does, of course. Once he does that he quits his wild ways and gets a job. Auden ends her transformative journey by starting college with the boy she was with during the summer.

I like the black background better. what does that say about me?

You know what? That sounds exactly like the first. Oh wait. It is. Also, the plot is nearly identical, as far as the emotional and relationship beats go. I mean that, the types of problems and transformations made through the relationship of Auden and her boyfriend are the same. But, even despite that, it was a good book. I still think that This Lullaby was better, but this one was good too. And even despite having obvious similarities, this book stands on its own. It felt like a different story and only in the back of my mind did I notice that the situations were the same. I think it takes a talented author to do that.

yup

This book had some great characters. Wonderful characterization. I mean, I hated the parents. I really did. I haven’t hated a character that much since Cersei from Game of Thrones (the book and I guess the show. yeah the show. I guess since I hate both of them there is no reason for this parenthesized tangent. hm. I didn’t know that parenthesized was a word until then.). Now, it’s a good thing that I was able to hate her parents. It means that the writing was excellent, because man were they shitty people. At the end of the story I had one of those “Finally!” moments when Auden actually stood up for herself and what she thought was right.

can you spot the difference?

Switching to plot…this, again, was your typical love story. There were several cute moments and times that made me smile and others that made me want to cry (I wanted a Frozen clip here, but I would have had to make my own…sorry, I didn’t want to put in the time). I think it is Dessen’s skill as a writer that makes me feel the characters frustration and makes me want to cry along with the protagonist. Dessen also does a wonderful job with the transformation of her characters. It comes right when the reader wants it and needs it to happen, and I understand why Dessen seems to choose the summer before college, because this is a time of change in any normal teenager’s life. It’s all good, but best teen book ever good?

In the end, I don’t know if I feel like this book should be on the list. If it should be, it can be placed lower than it is. Maybe I just don’t feel that sense of epicness in a romance novel that I feel should qualify it to be on a best ever list. It was good. Really good, but I just feel like all published books should be good.

nothing smart assed. the setting of the book is by the beach.

Wife: if you want a love story by Sarah Dessen, I recommend This Lullaby, but if you like that and want more, I say you should read this book.

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“snogging” in the title lets you know it’s British

Angus, Thongs and Full-frontal Snogging is the first book in the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series. It is ranked number 91 on NPR top books for teens ever. I will not be continuing the series. It is about a 14 year old young woman named Georgia, and the awkward transition from girl to woman. There are some funny parts and some witty jokes thrown in by the author. I wouldn’t say the writing is very good. The story kind of just rambles as it is an epistolary novel, which means it is a sequence of journal entries by Georgia. I think that the main message of the story is that it is OK to feel awkward about your body and about becoming a woman, because no one really knows what they are doing. The problem I have with this book is that it is really boring, not particularly written well, I don’t like the set up (journal entries), and the mains character is not a good person. She is a mean to everyone, insecure about her body (which gets annoying in it’s repetition), never asks for help, holds grudges, and thinks everyone else is stupid. Her only redeeming quality is that she is an arrogant bitch. What? That’s not redeeming? Oh, well then I guess there is nothing redeeming.

for those that don’t enjoy the green background

I also don’t like books that try to be funny. It feels forced. It is written by an above middle age female author, and she is trying to tell jokes to young girls about how make the transition into adulthood. I guess those kids could find the things she says funny, but with every joke that is told, it felt forced, but I did see the humor that could have been in them.

for those who are more realistic or love cats

Anyway, I’m glad I’m done with the book. I’m not glad I read it, but it could just be another case of it not written for people like me. But, I still stand resolute in my belief that if it is one of the best teen books ever, then it should have something that transcends the story and speaks to me, no matter how different I am from the demographic. I don’t think this book should be on the list, and I have trouble imagining that there are enough people that love this book to make sure that it made it onto NPR’s list. I get that most young girls are confused about the transition into adulthood (as are most boys) and I think that that is an universal worry, but the thing I have trouble with is realizing how many people that read books would read this book about this content. Not very many people read, and I think that even less would read a book with this set up and this content with this type of arrogant character. It’s surprising.

and now yellow for those who are bright and bubbly

Wife: No.

this flag lets you know it’s British

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Lapsena – update by pupukachoo (deviant art)

I meant to sit down and type this update so many times before. I don’t even remember the original content that I was going to have in it. But, let’s see if I can outline it here…

typing isn’t magic by paper-pony (deviant art)

My new job is currently kicking my ass, I guess I can talk about that a little bit. Um, my reading has slowed down quite a bit, but again, that is due to my ass getting kicked on the reggie. Hm…I know there was another thing, aha! I have developed a method of ranking the books that I have read for NPR’s top 100 list. It is a ranking system of over 20 categories which I rank from 1 to 10 and then average out the scores. I wanted to be able to recreate the top 100 list in the order that I believed it should be in, and I had to have as many categories as possible so I wouldn’t have any ties. It seems to be working out nicely so far and I think I’ll post the scores either at the end or in intervals.

debonair day by pupukachoo (deviant art)

I guess I don’t have to talk about the ranking system now. I do plan on getting back to my reading, but as for right now I’m doing good just making it home, sleeping, and heading back to work. Man is my body sore. I love the physicality of the job, but my body is so out of shape. Four years ago I quit a well-paying warehouse job to go to school, and I then proceeded to do nothing but write and do homework and sit on my ass for those four years until now. I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I’m lazy. Very lazy, that is, when it comes to pushing myself to work out just for the sake of working out. I grew up as an athlete, you see, so my body remembers what it was like to feel strong. That’s why I really like the warehouse job. It’s physical and it pays well, but damn it is it hard getting back into shape. It’s what I needed though. I wouldn’t have had the heart to push myself in to getting back into shape any other way. But, now I get paid to get in shape and I have time to write, once I’m not overcome with writhing pain.

moons pain by kirisute (deviant art)

I expected my new job to be like my old one, but it’s not in so many different ways. It’s a bigger warehouse, so there is a disconnect between the management and the regular associates which makes me uncomfortable. It’s strange really. I mean at my old job there were biweekly meetings to assess how we were doing and there was a before and after work meeting, and nobody left work until everything was done. This new job is something of an every person for themselves type of vibe. There is a pre-work meeting to tell us where to be, but then once we are done with what we are doing we leave. No goodbye. No pat on the back at the end of a hard day. Just, get out of here so we don’t have to pay you. And I guess I’m fine with that, but the thing that makes it weird is that the people in HR and management talk the same as the people at my old job. They talk about team work and communication and working hard toward a similar goal, but where my old job walk the walk, so to say, this new job talks a big game and then just ignores it.

druid wanderer by thiago-almeida (deviant art)

Oh, and the last thing…I’ve started writing again. It seems I couldn’t keep up with my goal of not writing for a year. I have Mondays all to myself and I’m going to take advantage of them. I have a book written that needs editing. I have another completely outlined that needs written, and I have a couple others that have some extensive writing already done on them. The hard part is getting myself organized and figuring out what I want to write. It feels good.

Alien of the 18th century by Mike018 (deviant art)

I feel happy. Who knew I could be happy being nearly exactly where I was four years ago? I guess it’s all about perspective. I needed to know more about myself and now I have, and now I just need to prove to myself that I can keep accomplishing my goals.

(A note on this blogs artwork: normally I would like for the pieces used in the blog to fit thematically with what I’m writing, but I just ran into a lot of artwork that I really enjoyed. I tried to make it fit the best I could, but really I just liked the pictures.)

can’t tell if that’s a boy or girl? That’s the idea, bwahaha (I have a feeling this joke was way better in my head)

Leviathan is written by Scott Westerfeld, an author that has more than one book on NPR’s top 100 books for teens ever list. This book is fun and creative and fast paced, also it is part of a trilogy. It’s an alternate history steam-punk/science fiction version of world war one wherein the allies are Darwinians and use the science of evolution to create animal/machines.

excellent map art, no? Do you see the animals?

So, they are living machines instead of just mechanical. The axis powers use technology and machines, like mech warriors. All in all pretty cool, but I still feel like this is an average book. Yeah, it was a fun read and yes it was creative, but nothing really lingers in my mind. This is just what I expect out of a book. It needs to be readable, creative, and have fun characters. That doesn’t mean it is a top 100 book, it just means it deserves to be published. This is also a book that I feel is barely teen oriented. The main characters are 12 years old, but I guess the themes and some of the moments in the novel are meant for an older audience. So it fits, but just barely.

There is also some great artwork in the book, and I love books with artwork. Not enough adult/teen books take advantage of great artists, and I feel like it can really add to the story. They really bring Westerfeld’s descriptions to life. The illustrations are by artist Keith Thompson.

There are two major problems I have with this book. The storyline and the blurb on the back of the book.

First, I’ll start with the storyline. Some story lines are familiar and whenever someone sees them in a movie or reads them in a book, they know what is going to happen. Some of these are OK, some are cliché, and some I just don’t like. The one found in Leviathan falls into the category of “I just don’t like.” The plot device is that the female character dresses up as a dude to fit in. Since girls aren’t allowed to serve in the military, she has to fake being a guy in order to do what she is good at. That’s fine, but the staple of this plot line is that she meets a guy and likes him, but she can’t tell him because the guy thinks that she’s a dude. The problem comes in when the two characters have cute moments that the reader thinks are romantic and so does the female character, but the guy character just thinks it’s friendly. Or maybe he doesn’t and he is gay. Or maybe he’s not gay but he feels himself experiencing emotions that he’s never had before toward another man and now he’s questioning everything. Not to mention, the setting in the book is the early 20th century, so not only are those feelings unusual to the male lead, but they are basically forbidden by society. There is a lot of psychological tension going on and it never gets addressed in these types of stories. It feels awkward and I can never enjoy these plot devices.

Now for the back blurb.

This seems to be a problem with YA books. On the back blurb it says that Alek and Deryn (the two POV characters) are thrown together aboard the mighty airship Leviathan. This is very informative and makes me intrigued to read the story…the problem? This doesn’t happen until the end of the book. It takes all of the tension away from the story. When I was reading the story I felt everything leading up to them on the ship together as the prologue. I was waiting for it to start. As the story moved along I just wondered when the hell they were going to get together on the ship. The blurb said that they were together, so obviously the story doesn’t really start until they are together (this is how my mind works). The blurb spoiled nearly all of the thrill this book could have held. And, they literally aren’t on the ship together until the final couple of chapters. Think about it. So every time the characters are in danger or the author wants you to think that they are going to give up or something, but that holds no tension for you because the back of the book has already told you what will happen. Will they survive? Will they get captured? Will they get in trouble and have to be held in a prison cell? No. They are going to meet up on the Leviathan and fight side by side, just wait until the prologue is over, you’ll see.

As I mentioned, I’m not sure this book belongs on the list. It is very creative and the world is vivid, brought out further by the artistic skill of Keith Thompson. But, this is just your typical adventure story with the characters getting into trouble and having to scrap their way out of it. It was a decent and easy read, but it’s what I think is just an average book. This book meets my standards for something I would sit down and read, but it doesn’t fit into my top books list, but judging by everything else I’ve read on NPR’s list, it definitely fits within NPR’s parameters.

Wife: meh. If you’re having a slow month with shit else to do, go ahead and pick up this book.

]]>https://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/number-92-leviathan/feed/2brickvsthelistcan't tell if that's a boy or girl? That's the idea, bwahahaexcellent map art, no? Do you see the animals?leviathan art 1leviathan art 2leviathan art 3boy's don't crymulan movie postershakespeare in love postershe's the manphoto 2 (2)Literary Television: Parks and Recreationhttps://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/03/08/literary-television-parks-and-recreation/
https://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/03/08/literary-television-parks-and-recreation/#respondSat, 08 Mar 2014 22:19:17 +0000http://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/?p=128]]>This post ended up being fairly long. I have no apology. The blog should be long since I’m talking about the entire series of a show, consisting of 6 seasons. It’s like writing about an entire book series, and that simply cannot be done in just 500 words.

So the idea behind this post is that I don’t want to feel like I’m wasting time doing other activities. So I am going to write about them as though they are pertinent to what this blog is about. And, it is really. TV shows are stories, just like books are stories, and this blog is about me dissecting stories and writing my own (I know the focus of this blog seems to be malleable. Wasn’t this blog originally about me reading a top 100 list?).

I used to feel bad about binge watching shows, but then I realized I do the same thing with books or my own writing or a video game. I get into something and I can’t stop until I finish it or until I get bored. I used to berate myself for binge watching television. Because it’s supposed to be bad for you, I guess. I would feel guilty about it and just feel like shit, yet I couldn’t stop until it was finished. I’ve decided I was wrong to treat myself in that way. I should lean into the quirks of my personality. TV shows are just stories after all. It is a different form of literature. Why is it OK for me to do it with a book and not with television? The answer is that it isn’t fair.

I’m slowly learning to accept myself and not force myself to adhere to some alien expectations that I cannot meet. I am who I am, and it’s weird how long it is taking to realize this stuff. Or maybe I’m making excuses for being a shitty person. See? I still can’t squelch it.

Literary Television. This will be the name of the new category I will have on the blog. will analyze television shows (the entirety or at least until I’m current) the same as I do books. Though they won’t be as often. I even planned on doing a top 10 movie list. Not my own, mind you. But I will watch someone else’s (like WatchMojo’s on youtube) and then talk about how they are wrong…that seems to be what I’ve been doing anyway. It all started as a way to embrace new stories, but I have a knack of bitching about how stupid I think other people are, and it feels wasteful to ignore that special talent.

Without further ado….the first Literary Television blog….

Parks and Recreation. The best show in the world that my sister dislikes. “Terrible” I think was the word she used to describe this wonderful show. Though she did laugh quite a bit when I forced her to watch an episode. She claims Amy Poehler is the problem, but I argue that one gets used to and even starts to care about her character.

I watched five and a half seasons of Parks and Recs in under two weeks.

I actually tried this show a while ago. Back when the first season was just starting, and I thought it sucked. It was nearly identical (in my mind) to The Office. It was mockumentary, but the mirroring was found within the main character, Leslie Knope. She had the same personality as Michael Scott from The Office. She was overly confident and under competent. She was ditzy and nagging. And the show was centered on her messing up everything and then embarrassingly trying to fix it (just like Michael in The Office). That was enough to turn me off the show.

I went back to Parks and Recs for a couple of reasons. The first is because it has been on for six seasons. In my mind this means that it had to be good, at least to someone. It also had actors that I liked. I like Aziz Ansari’s stand-up. And despite never seeing the show, I know Ron Swanson (Nick Offerman) well, though not personally. He seems to be everywhere. And with Guardians of the Galaxy coming out, I found myself getting a man crush on Chris Pratt. I needed something to distract me for a while, so I gave a random sixth season episode a chance, and I thought it was great. I watched the next episode just to make sure and it yielded the same results. I laughed out loud a couple of time in each episode (I should note that I generally don’t laugh out loud, I may grin or snort, but rarely do I LOL).

I promptly went to my Amazon Prime account and began the second season. I didn’t want to go back to the first season because I had a suspicion that it would put me off the show again. It turned out to be a great decision. Only later, after watching the whole of the Parks and Recs catalog, did I go back and watch the first season. It was only six episodes. And most of the characters were different. I noticed this in watching from the second season, but I genuinely thought it was my perception of the characters from five years ago that made me think they were different. Nope. The show runners purposefully changed the characters.

Leslie Knope was changed, but in subtle ways. She is still overly confident and a bit annoying, but now she is overly competent instead of incompetent, and she is underappreciated, which makes her a more sympathetic character. She went from ditzy to clever, but she still had that fun airy side, but it comes off as more nerdy than buffoon. She always tries her hardest and always does a tremendous job, the problem is that she is rarely given the credit she deserves.

The character of Andy Dwyer (Chris Pratt) is a struggle musician, but he was also an asshole. In the first season, I mean. In the second season he was more of a puppy. He says funny things and he’s a dumbass, but he means well. No longer a prick at all.

The last really big change was with the character of Ron Swanson. After the first season his mustache thickened and he became more distant from responsibility. In the first season he is willingly going to hearings and running meetings and playing scrabble online. The second season on drops these qualities. He hates technology and even buys a typewriter at one point and uses that instead of the computer. He hates doing anything work related which goes better with his other quirks, like hating the government. It makes sense since he works for the government, why would he want to try at his job? He also relies heavily on Leslie’s over-competence. It gives them a great relationship and one that is more than a “will they, won’t they” which is what the show seemed to be doing in the first season.

I’d like to talk about the mockumentary format for a moment. I like it. I enjoyed Arrested Development, Modern Family, The Office, and I’m sure there’s another one I’m not thinking of. The mockumentary format allows the audience to get a candid piece of emotion that they wouldn’t have normally gotten from the character. For you Office fans, think of Jim’s coy glance at the camera every time Michael said or did something ridiculous. These moments are great. They can add depth to a character.

Also, in the mockumentary, the characters actually tell the audience what they are thinking. This can add tension to an otherwise dull situation and it can also add quite a bit of comedy. You can also get a candid remark about a situation and get to know what a character was thinking during a scene after the fact. It is a different type of funny.

Finally (mockumentary finally, not blog finally), the mockumentary style of acting seems more sincere than the run of the mill comedy acting. On Friends, there was always a level of over acting. This is seen on all other single camera or multi-camera shows, How I Met Your Mother, for instance. In a stage comedy where the show is filmed in front of an audience (Big Bang Theory) the actors seem to yell all of their lines. The formula for the jokes on BBT are also more obvious, which I also think comes with the live audience filming. To keep the live audience, thus the television audience engaged, the jokes have to be rapid fire, and there always seems to be the same cadence of line, line, joke, on that show. Everything is to build to a joke, which is usually a sarcastic remark or an “Oh Sheldon,” moment which is eerily reminiscent of Family Matters and Urkel. The comedy is more “in your face,” whereas with mockumentary it is more subtle.

Now I’ll jump off from that point. The comedy in Parks and Recs is more subtle, but they implement more off-the-wall characters than The Office did. The Office seemed to only have Michael and Dwight, and everyone else was “normal.” In Parks and Recs everyone has a certain level of normality, but each character is over the top in their own special way, and just enough to keep the laughs coming.

Something that I noticed with different series when I watch them is that they become stale. The same jokes are told over and over again (Big Bang Theory, 30 Rock) or an introduction of a new character doesn’t quite work (The Office). I realize that The Office might not be obvious to everyone. I’m referring to Michael Scott leaving and then Andy Bernard tried to replace him. It didn’t work.

Parks and Recs, when they add new characters, they introduce new personalities. If a person leaves the show, the show runners bring in a fresh outlook on the world, not just a rehashing of the person that is now gone. And after six seasons the show still is stale free because of that reason. There are the laughs that come consistently every episode from Ron Swanson and Andy Dwyer, but other characters take turns giving the viewer a laugh. I enjoy how well rounded the show is.

There are quite a few characters that are small roles that reprise every season for just one episode or two. There are too many great guest stars to list.

The best aspect of the show has to be the writing. The moments are believable and the situations have a weight to them, and despite the silliness of some of the characters the important moments of the show really have an impact. The characters are sincere and they are likable. Some of the stories are even inspiring, like with Andy and April’s relationship (the new Jim and Pam as I like to call it) and Leslie’s political run for city council.

I think it really is a great show and Ron Swanson is one of my favorite characters ever. He’s up there with Jack Donaghy and Barney Stinson.

Anyway, it’s a good show. I’m not rating these in any way. I wouldn’t have watched more than one episode if I thought that the show sucked. It took me two weeks to watch 2,200 minutes of television. That’s roughly 37 hours. Man do I manage my time well. And apparently you do just as well if you’ve managed to read all the way to this line.

Brick out!

Picture by Brickman Colonel Orrock

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https://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/2014/03/06/update-4/#respondThu, 06 Mar 2014 16:02:12 +0000http://brickvsthelist.wordpress.com/?p=122]]>There are a lot of topics that I want to cover in this update. I recently took a break from the blog. I started a new television series. I changed my life’s plan, and I came to the conclusion that sometimes failure is okay. And I’ve also listed those in order of importance. Ha, I kid, or do I…

So, let’s see. Right. I took a break from not only the blog, but from everything. I’ve found that I’m really good at stressing myself out, so I sat my ass in front of the TV and had a good ol’ fashioned TV show binge (Amazon Prime not Netflix). It was a comedy consisting of nearly 5 seasons, and I’ll write more about it in a new category I’m going to start, entitled “Literary Television” or maybe I’ll title it something catching. Or maybe I won’t. Actually, does it matter?

spoiler alert!

OK. Next on the list. I quit graduate school. This is something I think that I wanted to do since last semester, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it yet. As I’ve said before, I enjoyed school because I thought it was helping me improve my writing, but once I discovered it was only a hindrance, my joy of school plummeted. I switched to business, which is far from my favorite subject, and doing homework just made me feel sick. I began to apply to jobs and I got a job offer making 35K a year, so I took it. It is physical work, something that I enjoy, and it is only 40 hours a week (I say only because there was a potential for jobs with a lot of mandatory overtime), four days a week. This means that I’ll have a kid-free day in the week where I can write, read, draw, and just fulfill my creativity quota. This is actually what I wanted all along. I want a job that doesn’t challenge me mentally. I want to work out while I’m getting paid and then in my free time I want to be able to write and really enjoy it.

I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I didn’t realize how angry I was all the time before. School was just grinding on me, and I was putting expectation on myself that I knew I didn’t really want to meet. I thought I had to make a lot of money and that I had to finish graduate school or I was a failure, but then I realized that it’s OK to be a failure.

A Failure Fortune by deviant art artist thefailswales

How many people actually accomplish every goal they’ve ever set? I’ve mentioned before that I’m shit at setting goals and this is just another revelation and a chance to grow and learn at setting goals. It’s OK to fail. Sure it sucks. It forces you to rethink plans and to come up with an alternate route. I discovered that graduate school isn’t for me and also, neither is a corporate job. As long as I keep pushing I’ll keep discovering my boundaries and limits and fulfill my potential.

Against All Odds by deviant art artist LuigiL

I’m going to get back to blogging again. I kind of took a break from reading as well, but don’t worry, I’m way ahead of where I am on the blog.

I’m going to write about movies and TV on the blog because if I learned anything getting my English degree, it’s that all of the teachers in the English department want desperately for film to be in the literary canon so that they can watch TV during class time. It’s makes sense, but more on that in a different blog.

Feeding BlackHole by deviant art artist Juraji

I would like to once again thank the void. Thank you for being infinite and for consuming any possibility of potential readers.